2nd Fix

[techno_mancer]

[Quinn was warned he might be given a job here, and lo and behold, he was. But apparently he was a teacher, something he knew nothing about. Sure, calculus he could do, but teaching? High schoolers? Well, it couldn't be so hard, he thought

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[thief_of_truth]

I'm from Los Angeles in the year 2019. My name's Kay Faraday! Though, uh, you probably have me down as Kay Crawford.

[techno_mancer]

2019 huh? So you're 9 years ahead of me. What's the future like? Any flyin' cars yet?

[thief_of_truth]

Sorry to disappoint you.

[techno_mancer]

Hey, come on, that was a joke! So what's LA like then? I've been there a few times. It's like its own planet, that city.

[wimpyvampire]

REMEMBER THESE GLASSES? I'm sure you do, but the man does recognize Quinn, and when he introduces himself, Conrad clears his own throat, readjusting his tie, wearing a rather FASHIONABLE sweater vest today. But he runs into him in the hall during one of his 'break' periods.*

Do you recall the red bat you saw a few nights ago? It's me, Conrad.

[techno_mancer]

[He can't help but look shocked.]

Wait, that was you? You...transform?

[wimpyvampire]

I'm a vampire. I transform into a bat.

*He doesn't sound too thrilled about it BUT what can ya do?*

I'm also an art teacher here.

[techno_mancer]

You're a vampire?

[He looks out the window. Yep, it's a sunny fall day. He looks back at you. You know what he's thinking.]

Well how 'bout that. I guess there really is all kindsa different people here. That's pretty cool!

[silno_pyanstvo]

[Speaking of teachers, Roshain is sitting at a desk during the lunch break, going very quickly through a thick stack of (drone-written) essays on communism.]

[techno_mancer]

[He peeks over your shoulder and gives a low whistle.]

Man, that's some heavy stuff,

[silno_pyanstvo]

[No outward reaction to being snuck up on.]

Нет. Is being all the same essay, fifteen times. 1950's American propaganda, written by drones.

[techno_mancer]

Yuck. So this is what I've got to look forward to? Well at least there's not a whole lotta essays in calculus.

Oh hey, I'm Quinn. Nice to meet ya.

[expiatrice]

[If he dropped by the faculty office sometimes during one of his free periods, he'll see a fellow teacher going over some papers while munching on a bread bun. She swallows and looks up as the door opens.]

Hm? [That's a new face, but you never know.] Good afternoon. Are you looking for someone?

[techno_mancer]

Hey there. Not particularly, no. I'm just new here. Still findin' my way around. You a teacher here too?

[expiatrice]

Ah, so it wasn't just me. I thought that I never saw you around before! That's right, my name is Ciel, and I teach French and some Composition. This may be belated and it probably still doesn't mean well, but please allow me to wish you welcome anyway! [She smiles warmly.] What's your name?

[techno_mancer]

[He smiles broadly. It's nice to get such a warm welcome.]

Pleasure to meet you, and thanks a lot. I'm Quinn, and ah, apparently I teach calculus. [He holds up the books he's holding.] Who'd of thought?

So, is it hard bein' a teacher here? Dealin' with the, uh, "drones" is kinda weirdin' me out, to be honest.

[chaoschildofgod]

[chaos looks at the new teacher, then smiles.]

I seem to recognize your voice.

[techno_mancer]

[Quinn tilts his head, thinking, but then it comes to him.]

Oh hey! You're chaos, right?

[chaoschildofgod]

Correct. Are you settling in as well as you can?

[techno_mancer]

I suppose so. I don't know how used to all these new roles they're expectin' me to play, but I think I can get used to it eventually. 'Cept maybe for that kid at home callin' me "dad"...